The First Hunt

"Are you sure sterile came to this ruin?" A voice asked with doubt.

"Of course? This was the boss's command." The driver of the rover said, nodding his head.

"You knew how careful the boss was. If he was not hundred percent sure of his mission, he would have a backup plan. And you are the backup plan."

A middle-aged man seated his short beard, staring at the ruins a couple of meters from them.

He was Mansla, a friend of Sterile. He was an infamous bandit but not as popular and deadly as Sterile.

He had a bottom line and he only robbed the rich merchant. Nevertheless, his friendship with Sterile had dated to a few decades back when they were still kids.

Most of the time, he would be Sterile backup plan. Sterile was fearless, venturing deep into a dangerous ruin and stealing from anybody without caring which power backing the people had.

And today was one of those days he had to save his ass. Though he wouldn't complain. Every time he saved Sterile, he always had a bountiful harvest.

'Whatever is holding that son of a prick must be something great.' He mused, rubbing his temples.

'You can't have it all. Sterile, you must learn to share.' He chuckled deeply in his heart.

"We've arrived…." A voice shouted from the bike.

Behind the bike were dozens of bikes and 5 range rovers, covered in spikes, spears, and skulls.

This had become the culture of the wastelanders to display their enemies' heads on their vehicles.

It was a sign of respect. The more skull you have on your vehicle the more fearful and respectful the people would have of the groups.

At once, everyone jumped down from their bikes and vehicles with an intimidating smile on their faces.

They stared at the quiet ruins in anticipation. This was not a raid but a rescue mission. And not just an ordinary rescue mission but to rescue the great Sterile.

Everyone was already fantasizing about how great their reward would be.

Mansla jumped out of his vehicle and looked at his men. He nodded at them and smiled.

"This isn't our first time. You know what to do." He said.

"Aye!"They chorused.

"Let go."

The bandits rushed toward the ruins with their cold weapons. While Mansla had a scythe in his hand.

Whoosh!

Suddenly, a young man appeared in front of the ruin, catching the group off guard.

Immediately, everyone halted on their track and stared at the new arrival. Mansla came forward and scrutinized the young man.

"Boy, why are you blocking our path?" Mansla asked.

"Because you can't go further."

"Why? Don't tell you try to have this ruin for yourself"

"Why not?"

The bandit stared at the young man and rolled their eyes. Who is this stupid kid? How could he try to harbor a ruin for himself?

Tsk. They clicked their tongue, imagining his death.

Mansla was quiet for a moment and thought for a moment.

"Have you seen Sterile?" He asked.

"Are you talking about the one-eyed man?"

"Indeed."

"He's dead," The young man answered casually.

Dead!

For a moment, everywhere was silent, leaving only the howls of the desert breeze.

After what seemed like forever, Mansla recovered from his initial shock and his expression changed.

"Who killed him?"

"Do you have to ask?"

Watching the nonchalant attitude of the young man. The bandits were furious. Who the hell do you think you're? They shouted in their mind. They want nothing but to pounce on him and tear each of his limbs.

"Do you know what that means?" Mansla took a step forward, gripping his weapon.

"I don't care?"

"Then die!"

'Is this how the three witches normally approach their enemies? Or should I just kill them directly?' The young man thought.

'No. No. I must communicate like a normal, gentleman. Too much is not good. If they could volunteer to donate some blood. Then, there isn't any reason to slaughter them.'

Though he had changed under the short training and his instinct as a vampire, gave him a confidence boost.

Yet, his past self was still influencing his decision. However, his expression changed when Mansla rushed to kill him.

Sighed. 'I thought we could talk this out like a normal gentleman. I just need a few donors. Why the fight?'

Nevertheless, under this thought, his expression changed and his finger grew longer.

Whoosh!

Mansla was furious he needed to kill this son of a prick for killing his friend.

'I would make your experience the gruesome torture for what you've done.' He thought.

En!

'Where is the kid?'

A gust of wind assaulted his face and his heart missed a beat. He turned his head and behold.

The young man was beside him with crimson red eyes, sharp canine teeth, and long sharp nails

"What—"

Mansla found his body far from him. He was in the sky while his body was slit on the ground.

What the fuck!

'Don't tell me I'm dead.' That was his last thought before his soul drifted from his body.

What.

Seeing their leader's death. The bandit shivered for a moment. Fear gripped their mind and they wanted to retreat but heard a voice.

"Don't fear him. He's just one person. How could he defeat all of us? Don't forget he killed our leaders. He must pay for it with his life." The voice shouted.

The young man snickered hearing the pep talk. 'I don't have time for your nonsense anymore. My time is almost up.'

Whoosh!

He disappeared leaving an afterimage. He appeared before the middle-aged man like a phantom and slashed his throat.

Blood splattered everywhere and the lifeless body of the man fell on the yellow sand.

"Run—"

Ah!

The bandit scattered and escaped at their best speed. This was the first time they'd seen such a beast in the wasteland.

And they regretted meeting such a beast. Meanwhile, the bandits were escaping at their top speed.

The cries of misery echoed on the yellow plane. A silhouette flickered from one position to the others.

"If you dare run again? You will be the next person on my kill list." The young man announced.

His voice resounded far and near. Those madly escaping stop on their track and look at the young man.

"Just follow me. Who Knows, maybe you may live."

"Bullshit! You just want to kill us all—"

Whoosh!

The young man flickered twice and appeared before a man and severed his head from his throat. Blood dripped from his hand, but he didn't look at it.

"Who else has any other opinion? My time is up."

"W-W-We will follow you."

****Author's Note****

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